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Return to the DreamingGhile listened to the gentle lapping of nearby waves. He could hear birdsong in the distance. There was a warmth on his skin. Sunlight.
He exhaled. He was in the dreaming again. The forested island in the center of the great lake, surrounded by mountains. He was safe.
Something hit his head. “Stupid boy!” The something croaked at him. It slapped him on the head again. “Muk not teach you how stone work yet,” it said.
Ghile opened his eyes and shielded his head. Another blow slapped into his arms. The goblin was bouncing from one long, floppy foot to the other. His wrinkled green skin and overabundance of warts, combined with long floppy ears, would have been comical, if not for the rows of sharp jagged teeth in its downturned mouth and current attitude.
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